#i'm only sort of familiar with this topic so let me know if you have any corrections

[random-fandom1984]

TFP! Bumblebee x SG! Cybertronian Reader

Requested by @alex21705

●It is midday, and you're patrolling somewhere in Louisiana, when a thunderstorm hit ●You called for a Groundbridge, and just as you passed through, a lightning bot struck the portal, and you didn't get to react in time as it pulled you in like a Black Hole ●When passing through, you expected to be in some sort of different Shadow Zone, but no; it was an alternate reality! ●To say you were confused was an understatement. Why are your colleagues suddenly so... nice? Why are their paint jobs different? Why was your closest friend so adorable?! What do you mean they didn't have another bot named C/n?! ●You weren't used to this nice, go-to happy atmosphere, especially Ratchet and Optimus NOT being psychopaths. But you weren't complaining. ●You were assigned to be Bumblebee's partner when going on patrols and missions, and you were confused.

-Optimus: I'm sure you're familiar with Bumblebee. Although he might not be like your world's version of him, I'm sure he will make you feel welcomed. -Bumblebee: *Beeps in confirmation* :) -C/n: ... Don't you mean Goldbug? -Bumblebee: *Beeps in confusion* ? -Optimus: No?

●So, the meeting was going great! ●As time passed by, you grew to like this place. Everything was peaceful when their world's version of Decepticons weren't trying to destroy shit. ●When you first arrived, you were aggressive, on guard like everyone and everything was going to attack you at any given moment. ●But the more you spent time here, you've cooled down a lot. You asked questions about topics like a toddler would, letting your interest be know that aren't about slaughter, murder, torturing; in fact, you started losing interest in those things! Spending time in this universe actually made you start seeing the brighter things in life. ●Not only that, but the more you started changing to a life a peace, you... started getting nightmares about what will happen when you return, and they see the changes. Most likely torture you without a second glance, possibly kill you for straying against the Autobot cause. But what will hurt most is what will Goldbug do when he sees the new you? You've known how he is with your world's Decepticons, basically a mini-Optimus in the making. ●But, of course, Bumblebee saw how nervous you were being, and confronted him about your behavior is when you let everything of your being fall apart, telling him that your scared. Scared of what will possibly happen when you return. It's not like you can stay in their world forever; you'd have to go back at some point. ●In response, he'd pull you into a hug, rubbing your back plates in a slow, gently manor, beeping in a tone that can be music. The first time he did this is when you felt your spark thump, and you just hugged him back, and the both of you fell into recharge, not once letting go are letting your grip become loose in the slightest.

-Raf: Bumblebee? Where are you? It's time for me to go- *Hears familiar beeping in the next room* Bee? Oh! *Looks in the room as see's Bumblebee hold C/n in his lap, arms wrapped around them as their arms are wrapped around his waist, both sleeping away* I'll just ask Ratchet. *Walks away*

●As time goes on, the pinning becomes so obvious majority of the team is just groaning in annoyance, they get that this is adorable but just get together already! ●Usually, whenever he gets upset over something, he would seek you out, and just wraps his arms around you because when he's with you, he doesn't want you to leave and holding onto you is his only security of that never happening. ●There was only one bot that he was jealous of, that's in his world, and it's Smokescreen. Ever since he's joined the team, he's been dropping pick-up line after pick-up line, and making your laugh! It should be him causing him to make you laugh, not him! ●The funny thing is that you like it when he seeks you out for comfort, causing you to quietly laugh at his adorableness. If Bumblebee finds out about this, he'll make sure to do that every single time he finds himself in the same room as you. 1 for Bee, 0 for Mr. Destiny Child. ●Often times, ever since Ratchet has gotten closer to find out a way to send you back home, Bumblebee has been trying to convince you to stay, and honestly... you've been considering it. ●I mean, on the one hand if you go back home, you'll see your team again! But on the other hand, ...you would probably get tortured for changing your ideals. ●And so, with a heavy spark, you decided to stay!

Meanwhile...

●Goldbug has been searching for you. You should've came through the Groundbridge and back to base. ●The others suspected that you were probably captured by the Decepticons, but they didn't bother. One less bot to waste Energon resources. ●But not Goldbug. He hasn't rest ever since you've disappeared. The bot he fell in love with just disappears? No. There's gotta be an explanation for this. ●Forcing SG! Raf to look through security cameras in the area you were in, he found out why. Stupid thunderstorm. But... at least this gives him a lead to find out where you went on his own. ●He will not rest until he finds you and returns you back.

Part 2?

[daisyofwaterdeep]

Kind of a niche one but.. how Gale/Gortash/Astarion/Halsin/Zevlor/Whoeverthefuckelse would react to a gn tav coming back from a god awful date and complaining about how they feel unlovable (<- to the guy who wants to fuck them insane)

you have no idea just how topical this request is to me right now ಥ_ಥ

I did Gale, Wyll, Astarion, Halsin, Gortash and Zevlor <3

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Gale: He'll be a ball of jealous yearning as you talk with him. The fact that this random stranger was bold enough to ask you out and secure a date with you, something he hasn't had the bravery to do, irritates him to no end. And then to find out that the guy treated you terribly? Oh, he has words he wants to say, but he fears that you'll think lesser of him if he says them. But as soon as you start berating yourself, that yearning finally boils over and he stands up before offering you his hand. "Come on," He'll say, cheeks flushed, "I'm taking you out. Whether you want to consider it a date or not is up to you, but you deserve to have a nice night."

Wyll: He's going to hold his tongue and let you lament over your bad date until you say something about feeling unloveable. He'll stop you right there and tell you to look at him. Your heart skips a beat because his gaze is so intense. And then he'll just say, "Fuck that guy." Hearing Wyll curse is a rare treat, and it really lets you know just how much he means it. Expect him to hit you up for a date in the coming week, once the sourness of your previous one has worn off a bit

Astarion: Oh, he's totally gonna be the shit talking type. Every detail you provide about your date, he's going to mock them for it. "He didn't escort you to the bar? Ugh, figures..." and "What do you mean he didn't order for you? What a prick!". By the end of it, you'll be slamming the guy with Astarion and laughing about it. And after you're feeling better, Astarion moves in a little closer, his voice dropping in a sincere tone that you rarely get to hear from him. "You deserve so much better, love. Truly."

Halsin: He's had his fair share of unpleasant romantic experiences, so he knows where you're coming from. But when you start talking like it's your fault, he's going to put his foot down. Telling you that it's normal to internalize the frustration, but to not let yourself get carried away with it, because it's simply not true. And when you still don't seem like you believe it, he's going to start listing all of your best qualities, including ones that are so niche and small that it becomes obvious he's been totally enamored with you for a long time

Gortash: He almost seems dismissive when you share your woes. After spilling your heart and your insecurites, he'll pat your hand and tell you to keep your chin up and just keep trying. It only serves to make you feel worse, though. But then the next day, you hear from the friend that hooked you up with your bad date that the guy went missing in the middle of the night...there's no way to prove that Gortash was behind it, but you certainly have your suspicions

Zevlor: He's not sure why you decided to tell him about your relationship problems because even if he's older, he doesn't have much experience in that area. And as you continue talking to him, he lets you know as much, "I may not be familiar with proper courtship, but that certainly isn't the way to treat a potential partner." His comment makes your own woes dry up, and you start questioning him about his love life. Seeing how flustered and shy he gets all of a sudden makes you forget all about your terrible date--because now, the only thing you can think about is the sort of date you want to take Zevlor on (secretly, he's already plotting a date of his own with you <3)

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

The Feral Princess - Part 1

Marvel AU

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Theme: Soulmate AU / Medieval / Fantasy / Soulmate Marks

Summary: Bucky and Steve have known they were soulmates since they were children. Fate bringing a then sickly Steve and the future King together. War takes them apart and throws them back together over and over, in and out of each other lives, arms and beds. But something is missing and throughout, they know they are missing their third and final piece. The kingdom is now Bucky's and Steve's, the latter now a leader and no longer a sickly child. Both are war heroes, with the respect of their country and those that surround it. They are a force to be reconned with, admired and respected within the other royal houses. They could have any maiden or princess they wanted, but they don't want just anyone. They want their soulmate. They want their princess. Even if she is known as The Feral Princess.

Chapter Summary: *The easiest way to find your soulmate is to throw a ball, or you could just show a certain worldly lady your marks.

*This is an expansion of the sneak peek.

"A BALL!!! That's the best way!" Becca exclaimed.

Bucky rubbed his hand down his face, frustrated by his sister's input.

"Becca, why are you here?" He asked.

"I'm your sister, why wouldn't I be?"

"How did you even know this meeting was going on?"

The group, made up of all of Steve and Bucky's closest confidants, turned to look at Sam.

"It's not my fault, she wouldn't let me leave this morning and she is your sister."

"Maybe keep our plans out of your pillow talk." Bucky said disgusted, throwing a cushion at him in the process.

Natasha decided to try and move the conversation forward. This had already been the topic of every single meeting for almost a year.

"James, Steven, Rebecca does have a point. Balls are the usual way to find your soulmate, but before you interrupt James, I also know that isn't something you want to do. Too many people. Too many overeager maids, trying to part you both. There are other ways."

"Go on." Pushed Steve.

"Well, the chances are she could be of a similar standing to you, similar life experiences." Nat continued.

"Not many princesses have experience of war or know how to wield a sword." Clint threw in.

"Your wife could." Nat threw back.

"Because she was defending her family and, no offence honey, but you aren't a princess." He replied, turning to Laura.

"I'm not but Nat has a point."

"How so?" Asked Steve.

"There's always some sort of common ground, something familiar that ties you together." Laura replied, Steve nodded in understanding as Bucky huffed.

"So, we draw up a possible list" Nat continued, "princesses, maids and ladies of good standing. No meek and mild. Rule out any we know are wed, already with their soulmates, and then send for them or send someone to them."

Steve glanced to his left at Bucky.

"Buck?"

"Then one of you would have to see our marks." Bucky added.

"Yes James, that's how this works." Nat replied.

He sighed. He knew deep down this was the only way. He'd either have to scour every kingdom himself or throw a damn ball, and he couldn't let his sister be right.

"Fine!" He snapped standing abruptly. He began to throw off his boots and socks and pull up his trouser leg. Steve alarmed by his soulmates sudden agreement, started to quickly move to do the same.

"Should we send for Strange or Wanda? They could take an imprint" Asked Becca.

Natasha knelt down to examine their marks. Sure enough on their left ankles they had each others marks but alongside them, was another. Natasha smirked to herself. She knew those marks.

"No need for an imprint Princess. I know these markings."

Confusion washed over the group.

"What? How?" Asked Steve his voice quiet now. He'd always been careful to keep his covered and to his knowledge so had Bucky.

"A princess I know bares your marks."

"Who?" Questioned Bucky.

"Princess Y/N."

“You’re sure?” Steve asked nervously. He had been told once before of a match, only for it to be a lie and nearly rip him and Bucky apart in the process.

“I’d put my life on it.” replied Natasha.

“When?” asked Bucky.

“When what James?”

“When did you see her marks? Princesses, ladies, those from Royal households or court don’t usually flaunt their marks.”

“I met her during my time in France.”

Steve and Bucky both raised an eyebrow and glanced at each other. They were well aware of why ladies of the court and princesses go to France. Steve cleared his throat, a slight blush across his cheeks.

“And why was she in France?”

A smirk spread across Natasha’s face.

“For schooling of course.”

“Sam send a message to her guardians, we seek her hand.” instructed Steve. Sam nodded but was halted by Bucky’s firm voice.

“Wait! We won’t be seeking her hand.”

“Buck! You agreed, you said…” protested Steve.

“She has turned down every offer of courting and every marriage proposal from every admirer she has ever had, as have her guardians. The last one she shot through the leg with an arrow, the one before she threatened with a Wakandan blade, and then there’s the one the maid poisoned. So we make it clear that we are claiming her hand. Not seeking it. We are to wed her not court her.”

“So just so I have this right” replied Sam, sounding a little exasperated, knowing the trouble this could cause, “you want to send a message to the houses of Loxley AND Lionheart to say you are claiming the heart and hand and, well staking a claim, on their princess, the one known as The Feral Princess?”

Bucky was first to reply.

“Yes Samuel. Oh and make it clear, if she doesn’t come, I will fetch her.”

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@animegirlgeeky

[azulonso]

Good Luck

A Valentine's Day special with lesbian!rosquez (funny cause it's 15th already) AO3 ver.

It was late saturday night, several hours right after qualifying. Most riders and their teams had gone to their own motorhomes. But for some unknown reasons, Marcia found herself sitting alone outside, staring into the night sky. There was a race tomorrow, but she couldn't bring herself to rest, well she was about to before a familiar voice greeted her.

"Oh still here?"

It was Vale. Valentina. The Valentina Rossi. The Doctor. Her Idol? Her crush or whatever feeling Marcia couldn't sort out towards her. Not important right now anyways.

"Ah yes, I'm about to head back though," she replied.

Liar you would trade the world to have an alone moment with her.

Valentina looked at her and pulled a face, her typical expression, "Well then I'm not going to disturb your beautiful alone time right now so–"

"Wait no nevermind I can spare 10 minutes, or more." The words just slipped right through Marcia's tongue. What are you even thinking about.

The older rider's face above her brightened up and settled her position to sit right beside Marcia, leaving only a centimeter between their fingers now.

"Congratulations on the pole, by the way." said Valentina casually, gaze fixated on whatever is in front of them, Marcia didn't know, she was staring at the ground, thinking if she ever saved the world in her previous life in return to have Valentina congratulating her. It wasn't a special one actually, not a home race, just another race she determined to win.

"Thanks," that was all she could replied her with.

"Do you know what date today is?" Valentina tried to change the topic again.

"It's February 14th, Valentine's day yeah I know."

Well of course Marcia knew, Alex had promised her that she would spend the day with her since what else do you need a sibling for? But that was before her younger sister canceled their plan out from nowhere, unlikely from her but Marcia let her go anyway.

"Then are you not spending it with someone? A boyfriend perhaps? Or a girlfriend?" The Italian asked again, with more emphasis on the last three words. She was looking at Marcia now.

Well if I get to choose I would spend it with you idiot.

"I'm just... not in a relationship right now," she replied.

"Eh of course, the future world champion couldn't have anything bothering her way huh?"

"Learnt it from the best."

Her last response earned a chuckle from the other. Marcia had gathered enough courage to look back at Valentina now. She's really beautiful upclose. A little bit annoying on track but they shared that one trait.

"Would you be interested?" Valentina asked again.

"Sorry, in what?" Marcia was too lost in the ocean blue eyes in front of her.

"Being in a relationship, dating, I mean."

Before Marcia got the time to reply, Valentina stood up and started checking her pants' pocket, trying to find something. Then she pulled out something, kept it in her hand, so Marcia couldn't catch a hint.

She walked over a bit, stopped right in front of the younger rider, then crouched down to make them face to face. Marcia felt her face heating up, her heart started beating faster. What trick is Vale trying to play on her? Seriously.

"Give me your hand and close your eyes," she asked.

Confused, still Marcia followed her instructions. She could feel Vale's excitement buzzing and the warmth of her hand on hers. Valentina had put something on her hand, it was pretty light.

"You can open your eyes."

The first thing she saw was a four-leaf clover on her hand. That was why it felt so light. Cute. Cliche, just like Valentina. The second thing was the giver in question looking at her, waiting for a reaction.

"Oh thank you, where did u even find the time to get this?"

"I have my ways, thought it'll bring me some luck tomorrow but I think you need it more than me."

The Spaniard raised her eyebrow, amused.

"Or if you don't believe in those, take it as a valentine's gift from me. I'd be happy to afford more for someone who is as pretty as you but I came unprepared here," she continued.

Her crush Idol had called her pretty, Marcia could die happily right now. Wait nevermind, there is still a race to win. Another thing she realized was that Valentina did search up for her.

"Well I guess that was all I've got, I have to come back before Uccio gets my ass," she said as she stood up again.

"Wait–" Marcia grabbed Valentina's left hand, diverting the other's attention to her again. "–I just want to say thank you, again, and good luck for the race. It was nice, uh, talking to you."

"You know, you are a really interesting person," Valentina said as she moved her hand from Marcia's grasp, softly touching the younger's cheek with her palm, causing Marcia to raise her head more to look at her. The view was truly a sight to see from Valentina's eyes.

The next thing that got out of Valentina's mouth was unexpected for them both, not like they were not wanting and were practically waiting for it.

"May I kiss you?"

Valentina could see the surprised look from Marcia's eyes under her. She nodded slowly, "yes–, yes please," and that was all she had to say before Marcia stood as she felt Valentina's lips against hers, soft. The kiss deepened as Valentina worked her hands to wrap them around Marcia's waist.

She tasted weird, a mix of bubblegum, almost-expired-canned-beer, and others Marcia couldn't recognize. She tasted like– Valentina. And that felt right.

Their gazes were still on each other as they pulled apart, unsure of the next step to take. They knew that they don't want the night to just end here.

"Are you leaving already?" Marcia asked, hoping that Valentina would change her previous plan.

But how could she leave? When she had a literal goddess looking at her with such eagerness, in her arms.

"No I think I have a better plan for us. Say, my place and then I take you out for the most romantic breakfast ever in the morning?" Valentina suggested, as if it didn't mean they were going to eat a reheated pasta she had in her motorhome's fridge. Well Marcia would say yes to anything from her anyways. She nodded, "Then it's settled," said the Italian with a smile.

They walked towards Valentina's motorhome then, hand in hand. And as they headed to sleep, Marcia put the four-leaf clover on the bedstand beside her. Valentina noticed, "I think I have used all my life's luck already."

Marcia just grinned at her, "Well I can share mine with you, if you really worry about it." She laid on the bed as the older held her closer.

"The clover works then, I know you would believe me."

More like Marcia would believe in anything Valentina say, which probably can be applied for the opposite too.

"This might be the best Valentine's I've ever experienced, thank you Vale," Marcia said but she heard no response. Then she noticed that Valentina had drifted off to sleep. She's even more beautiful like this, Marcia planted a kiss on the other's forehead and pulled the blanket to cover them up nicely. Tonight is perfect.

[wonnieluvr]

okay i have to say i hate emily. shes a bitch and i hate what she did to jamie and gray but i cant deny her character is so fascinating. shes literally like if greed was a person?

dont get me wrong as much as i hate her i understand the whole risk taking thing and wanting those experiences she never got to have BUT saying that she didnt need two boyfriends??? she literally could have experienced all the same things she did with one. thats why shes greed. she just took and took everything. from both of them and rebecca too.

but i just dont understand why she had such an effect on everyone? like avery describes her as pretty but she also said she was nowhere near as beautiful as rebecca. is it because she was sick and everyone felt bad? but like even then i cant imagine emily being a pleasant person to be around so i dont get how she made friends with anyone let alone dated two people 😭 but that could also be because we never met her? like we don't really know anything about her which is also really interesting to me. we know of her but that's only everyone's versions of her.

on a different note i keep thinking about the way jamie and gray had different feelings for her. like i just think that while jamie did love her but he didnt love her, you know? gray did. i assume thats why jamie wasnt as affected by eve, he didnt love emily the same way gray did.

jamie feels that way for avery so while eves appearance surely shocked him it still didnt take over and bring up old feelings (for a completely new person lmao)

(i also do know that he knew about eve before but theres still something different between hearing things and seeing them)

jamie and avery are perfect for each other but thats a different thought too. i'm so glad they never really fought because of eve (thank god, i would have cried)

but back on topic, i doubt emily loved them back. like, i feel like its the sort of situation where she just wanted to feel wanted. she probably mistook that for love and assumed she wanted both of them? but its all she ever had growing up too? familiarity? like its suggested that her parents were completely focused on her their whole lives and loved her (she was their miracle baby sort of though so i do kinda get that) but also like i wholeheartedly believe everything starts with the parents.

they were such a big influence in her life, they gave her everything, sacrificed everyone and everything for her and kept her happy. this comes back to the greed thing too. they gave her this idea that everything would bend to her will and she would always get what she wanted. (if you can't tell i have strong feelings about the influence parents have and how they raise their children cus it literally dictates someones whole life until they have clarity smh)

i think the whole jumping off the cliff thing too was like her acting out. she reminds me of gray in that way, she was losing control and she needed to do something she wanted to regain it. she knew she couldnt handle it but she couldnt handle not getting what she wanted more. idk if that makes sense but shes like trying to prove to herself and everyone else that she was fine with jamie breaking things off, that she could handle not being wanted and adored regardless of her actions and she was losing control of everything ig? idk i just think its really interesting the way she took things to an extreme because i imagine she was probably trying to do something else, something worse than what she feeling to get it to go away? emotions are so interesting in that way.

like rebecca (in her mind) was turning against her, jamie was leaving her and her parents would have stopped her from going with gray if they had known and at the time that was (hinted at) being what she really wanted to do and they were all telling her no. she took the only thing she had left to control (gray) and was trying to prove she was fine.

i cant put into words how many layers all of these characters have like jlb wrote such a wonderful series and i cant stop thinking about all the characters. i have so many thoughts running through my head and i could write a take on everyone ☹️

[pathologicalreid]

omgggg hey it’s me the odyssey anon i hacked your super awesome mutuals account ahhahahahahahaha moving on

ok so people are saying knowing what the odyssey is is a privilege because they’re under the impression that it’s strictly an english novel and not everybody knows english?? and THIS is coming from the people who are on classics twitter??😭😭 do they know google is free

i’m not really on twitter so i don’t entirely get it but going off of what you’ve said for the sake of an interesting conversation here (which you can choose to engage in or not! i am by no means trying to harass my fav spencer reid writer and i understand not everybody likes to debate for fun and it can come off as aggressive but im actually just a loser and a nerd😁), i still think whether or not you have even heard of the odyssey is inextricably a matter of cultural context informed by your socioeconomic status and location, whether that be in america or abroad. i ALSO acknowledge media literacy and literacy in general are at an appalling all time low. it is generational and socially reinforced so kids just aren’t socialized to pay attention in school or be interested in what they learn which sucks and is so hard to watch like these kids are gonna be impossible to have a conversation with one day because the culture and the system are failinggggg them soooo hard

also though a lot of people just don’t engage in media to the level that they’d realize it’s a retelling of or incorporates themes from classic literature, but beyond that, it would require a familiarity with classic literature that is just not ubiquitous!! lots of people who’ve read the book don’t realize that a court of thorns and roses is a retelling of beauty and the beast, and even fewer people know that beauty and the beast is a retelling of eros and psyche. it all depends on how much quality education is available to you. so i guess in that sense it sort of is a privilege, because culturally pervasive or not, even the most bare bones knowledge of classic literature requires an education and the ability to actually engage with your education. but also like i said these kids are just NAWT locked into their schooling at all i dont know what it is in the zeitgeist that encourages the active dismissal of education among students. maybe they’re all just pessimists and disillusioned by the world they’ve been born into so nothing matters to them or maybe im projecting

n e wayzzzzz promise this is NOT mean spirited at all i literally just like talking and think this is super interesting and nobody ever wants to talk with me about this stuff so i am seizing my opportunity but i also know my intense desire to debate is actually a deeply unappealing trait so if you hated this and you want me to deactivate my blog let me know i will show myself out🎀 also jesus i am yapper of the century omfg and watch none of this even be relevant IM SO SORRYYY FOR PUTTING AN ESSAY IN YOUR INBOX

sam odyssey anon nereidprinc3ss this is like a marriage proposal to me i'm not necessarily interested in debating the reach that the odyssey does or does not have i do want to share this because it raises an interesting point surrounding media literacy and literacy in general which is unfortunately one of my favorite topics ever. school-aged kids these days are victims of their environment where they are not only being encouraged to develop critical thinking skills but they are also going online and developing an attention span catered to seven second tiktok videos and depending on having information fed to them as opposed to contributing to their own edification. i elected to entertain this topic as a whole on tumblr as opposed to twitter because i believe twitter is a more vicious platform BUT im digressing!!! from what i've seen thus far it's much less of a socioeconomic issue and more of a location issue but i'm basing that conclusion on my irl social circle and tumblr following/mutuals. i will have to come to terms with the fact that i will likely never have a true answer to this conundrum but c'est la vie.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @jeeyuns @devirnis and @rewritetheending for fuck it Friday! Here's a soft drable prompt (sweater weather) that I never posted because it's like. Almost identical to the mowing the lawn one. Oh well! Fuck it! I'll add it to the collection!

Buck is laying half on the bed, knees bent so his feet rest on the floor, head turned to watch Eddie get dressed. Eddie, a surprisingly indulgent man, usually lets him have the first shower (when they're not sharing) with only a token complaint and a smile so soft it makes Buck's heart stutter. Eventually Eddie had admitted it was a ploy to stay in bed a few minutes longer, but Buck can hardly begrudge him that when going first is a ploy for this; catching glimpses of newly familiar body parts as as Eddie puts on his boxers, watching the tense of muscles as he slides into his shirt, smiling at the little hop he does as he pulls up his jeans. Buck never liked writing essays but he thinks it would be easy if the topic was Eddie's confident fingers tucking in his shirt and doing up the button fly. He wonders how he could ever explain how handsome he finds the mundane movements of Eddie putting on an old sweatshirt, arms stretching, hands tugging, torso bending, no thought spared to the fluffy mess his hair will become once it's been dragged through the soft inside of the fabric. Eddie catches his eye as he smooths a hand over the faded and crackly Rangers logo.  "Hey," he says, a question in there, a laugh hidden behind it.  "Hi," Buck says. "I'm kind of obsessed with you.  The laugh stops hiding and floats up into the room. Eddie walks to the bed, puts his knees on either side of Buck's thighs, and flops down on top of him. Buck wraps his arms around him and smiles up at the ceiling, smiles into his hair, smiles against his shoulder. Eddie kisses his neck, nothing heated, just resting his lips against Buck’s pulse for a moment. “What about me, specifically?” He comes up to prop his chin on his elbow and look down at Buck as he asks, smiling again, that too soft one. Buck touches his lips with his fingertips. “Uh- that you’re real?” Buck smiles as Eddie laughs, and tries again. “I mean, like… you’re alive and you put on sweatshirts.”  Eddie tips forward again to laugh into Buck’s collar bone. “Hm, yeah? Good to know the bar is pretty low.”  “I mean-“ Buck laughs, too, sliding his hands up and down Eddie’s sides. “I just like the way you exist. I like that you exist.” He taps a little rhythm over Eddie’s ribs. “You… I like that we’re both alive around each other. Not like- I mean sort of in a I’m glad our near death experiences never actually killed us way, but like… I just mean I like being around you, when everything is normal. I like putting on clothes and you put on clothes and… and then we’ll go eat breakfast and do whatever we’re going to do today.” He bumps his head into the top of Eddie’s still resting on his chest. “Does that make sense at all?” Eddie pulls his head up to look at Buck, and the soft smile isn’t there but is hiding right under the surface. He kisses Buck, warm and gentle. “I know what you mean,” he says, quiet, a hand tracing over the shoulder seam of Buck’s red sweater. “I like… that you’re alive and put on clothes, too. And that you do it here, with me.” Buck grins, big and bright and understood, and Eddie kisses him again. “Yeah. You and me.” “You and me,” he agrees, kissing Buck’s forehead before sitting up and then standing. He holds out a hand. “Come on. We’ve got breakfast to eat and whatever to do.” Buck takes his hand and they move into their day. 

Tagging @forthewolves @homerforsure @burins @wildlife4life @shitouttabuck @shortsighted-owl

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[BSD 121.5] Theory/Analysis

So much to think about, so much to say. Everything in this long post will be as farfetched as it gets, you have been warned, and as always: Spoilers ahead.

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Well...I didn't even get to write most of the stuff I wanted because I was busy and have ran out of time, so this is just: Ame-no-Gozen's realm (barely) and dot points of what I wanted to talk about...enjoy.

Topics:

Ame-no-Gozen's Realm

My dot points

A few things from my draft post

A few things I would have loved to talk about

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Disclaimer:

I had to research a lot of different and technical topics for this post. I only researched enough for me to try and understand, I'm in no way an expert on maths or science, so expect inaccuracies.

Note: Even though I didn't get to talk much of what I researched, I really did research a ton (even more than for my assignments due recently) so I hope it'll still be relevant later.

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Ame-no-Gozen's Realm

Well, let's start this post off with "The realm of Ame-no-Gozen". It's the first time we're seeing the area in its true form.

At first, I thought "oh cool, a time paradox" then I thought "but what type?". This led me to reading about time paradoxes trying to find one that matched the situation.

Illusory time "-time might itself be a sort of illusion." "-the block time view, in which time is just another dimension like space, with all events at all times being fixed within this four-dimensional "block"." Excerpt from: Wikipedia (Temporal paradox - Illusory time)

"Eternalism" (a philosophy of time) is sometimes referred to as "block time" and is described as a four-dimensional block where the past, present and future are equally real and exist simultaneously.

Sound familiar?

Yep, it's a match!

Now, "Orthogonally", what is that?

In art, the perspective (imaginary) lines pointing to the vanishing point are referred to as "orthogonal lines"

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I thought of writing about how this is a story and therefore everything is already set in stone - existing at the same time - in the same world

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My dot points

These were typed up straight after reading the chapter when it released. I really wish I could elaborate but I'm out of time (the new chapter is releasing in less than an hour).

Some are applicable after my research and some can be slightly altered. There's also more than these that I wanted to talk about and even had a draft post with more info but none had a concrete end to the sections so I'm only showing the one topic.

Dazai knows the past and future

The og dazai (mentioned in beast novel) is THAT Dazai (hallucination Dazai) not BSD Dazai

BEAST Dazai knew the future that would pass God Dazai (switched "hallucination" Dazai to "god" Dazai for me to keep track easier) knows all - Lain exists everywhere

Akutagawa cares awww

Atshushi still calls him Dazai even though he "found out" who he was. So it's Dazai huh...? i have to read previous chaps again

It IS the book but also NOT the book. It's Dazai but also NOT Dazai. It's a version of Dazai that is the book or at least PART of the book. So much to theorise and analyse

It really is referring the LNs! loosing friends SB, Atsushi breakdown B, Dazai knows all B. (B - Beast)

Dazai looks dead...everyone dies in the future or he knows everything and is just normal level Dazai broken

Let's go, Dazai book theory is possible!!! (in a way)

He wears ADA clothes, so is he future Dazai and this is some weird paradox or is it a different Dazai all together

Dazai getting Akutagawa and Atsushi makes sense if he knew the future also beast Dazai leaving them with the knowledge -

Akutagawa remembered sushi after seeing him "die". maybe it's rashoumon's response to the possible death of the tiger??? shock waking him up...idk

(bro i forgot he even forgot him)

sigma's "how did i know that" and sushi apparently being the one with the info lies! God!Dazai is providing them with the info! since they are connected with the book, his knowledge gets passed to them in a way...maybe... maybe

maybe god!dazai can't express himself well because he lost everyone or god!dazai has no emotions (not necessarily but as placement) as he is the book and he lived through the versions of himself. meaning all dazais are connected.

next chap - atsushi uses his claws to shatter the divine beings core

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Random stuff from my draft post:

Things in [ ] are stuff I've typed now as additional info. Anything else was typed I while ago and is copy and pasted from my draft post.

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So, Dazai is the book...

Yeah, yeah, I know this theory has been around for quite some time but back then we didn't have enough facts. Plus, I don't mean he is the book...more like a part of the book. It's brain? Consciousness?.

Anyway, this chapter finally sold me on it.

Now, as I mentioned in my last long post [BSD 121] we have to think of Atsushi as electricity, the book as a factory and Hallucination Dazai as a backup power generator:

Atsushi and his emotions - the electricity

"Hallucination" Dazai - the backup power generator

The "book" - the factory

[ Then I was going to talk about the example again and tweak it to fit the current situation. ]

More proof that Atsushi's feelings are what dictate the world:

[ Always love having more proof of this. It's obvious but the more we get told "yes this is how it works" the better. There can never be too much confirmation. ]

Dazai and "Dazai"

"Dazai" wears the same clothes as Dazai does in the Armed Detective Agency. This could mean many things but here are two options:

"Dazai" is Dazai from the future. OR

"Dazai"

[ "Dazai" in this case is hallucination Dazai. ]

[ This section was going to be huge...but now it's the smallest. ]

[The following was a random thought I had and wrote. I wasn't planning on elaborating on it. ]

I could be crazy and say that two negatives equal a positive and that Dazai trying to die is happening at the same time as another Dazai, therefore cancelling it out and having him live instead...but that wouldn't be realistic nor do I believe it.

[ In another post, I talked about how Atsushi was always in the present. I thought I could reference it again and elaborate with this new knowledge but never typed much other than the excerpt: ]

The bookmark would be the only way to progress in a story. The only thing telling you where the 'present' is. Time is divided in three: Past -> Present -> Future Q. Where is Atsushi? A. The present No matter wether he could time travel, or we read chapter 1 again, he will always be experiencing it 'currently'/in 'present time'. - Excerpt from my long post: [BSD 119] Theory/Analysis "The Bookmark" and Akutagawa.

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Yep...that was all.

I loved chapter 121.5 a lot. I wanted to talk about so many things.

A few things I would have loved to talk about more:

Like how the memories beast Dazai mentions having are probably Hallucination Dazai's and not BSD Dazai's (or maybe both...or all AUs). So the "original" Dazai wouldn't be BSD Dazai but hallucination Dazai.

And the fact that Dazai claims he is part of Atsushi by saying "these are things you know" but in actuality it's probably not like that. and Sigma in an older chapter knowing something and questioning how he knew that (i need to find the chapter again but I'm sure it happened). It's Dazai's knowledge!

And the fact he can hear Atsushi's thoughts!!! Like I wanted to dive into this too but again...no time.

I really hope I won't be too busy this month so I can actually complete the post for the new chapter. (...I'm actually super busy but I'll try.)

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

as an ace how do you write romantic attraction

(Post that spawned this ask)

Before we get into this, I'm going to quickly define some terms that people may not know so that this post doesn't read like gibberish to those who aren't familiar with the romantic and sexual spectrums. Also, as I said in the previous post, don't take any of this as some sort of ultimate guide on the topic. Romantic and sexual attraction are complicate beasts with a ton of nuance and I can't get into all of that in a Tumblr post.

A Few Relevant Terms

Alloromantic: an umbrella term for people who regularly experience romantic attraction to other people.

Aromantic spectrum or Arospec: the spectrum of people who identify as something other than alloromantic. People on this spectrum may experience romantic attraction, but it will not come as easily as it does for an alloromantic.

Demiromantic: this is usually defined as "people who do not experience romantic attraction until they have formed a deep emotional connection with someone" but it also sees some use by those who only experience limited romantic attraction or as a general terms for those who fall somewhere on a spectrum between aromantic and alloromantic. That means that this term sees some overlap with "greyromantic" which makes this a great time to remind you to think of these things as broad categories, not scientific labels.

Greyromantic: those who experience romantic attraction with a lesser frequency, or with a lesser intensity, than would be considered average for an alloromantic person.

Aromantic or aro: a person who does not experience romantic attraction

Asexual or ace: a person who does not experience sexual attraction

A Little Info on Me

My experience with attraction will obviously color how I write it. Our last post on this topic discussed sexual attraction and how it applied to me, so let's quickly talk about romantic attraction and how it applies to me so you know where my biases are.

If you think of romantic attraction as a scale with alloromantic at one end, aromantic at the other, and greyromantic/demiromantic in the middle, then I think I fall at the point where it's unclear if a person is alloromantic or demiromantic/greyromantic. When I fall in love, it happens with relative ease, but it's also a pretty rare occurrence. I get crushes at a rate of one every 2 to 3 years which might be rare? Not sure on that one. I've tried to research it before and didn't get a great answer especially since my asexuality complicates all of this.

I also have to actually know the person to get a crush. You can show me some attractive hero saving a thousand children and kittens from a fire while saying the most swoon-worthy things and I'll be impressed, but romantically unmoved because that is a stranger so why would that make me love them? For me, romantic attraction is all about interpersonal connection. If our hunky hero and I have the chemistry of noble gasses then it doesn't matter how amazing he is. I'll take the generic love interest I have chemistry with every day. I don't need that chemistry to be super deep, though. I won't develop romantic feelings in a matter of minutes, but I can develop those feelings in a matter of hours. It's not guaranteed, though. Sometimes it takes months!

I'm not sure if all of that means that I'm demiromantic or greyromantic or if this is just how romantic attraction works when you don't experience sexual attraction. All I can say for sure is that I'm definitely not aro. At most, I'm just somewhere on the spectrum.

It definitely doesn't make my dating life easier. There have been plenty of people I would have loved to fall in love with, but the spark just wasn't there. And the people I have fallen for were not all "winners." That's brings us nicely to the topic of romantic attraction and how to write it.

Writing Romantic Attraction

Romantic attraction is weird. I often refer to it as friendship with bonus features because the feelings are basically the same, they're just inexplicably stronger for some reason I don't really understand. If you ask me what the difference between my the love I feel for my partner and the love I feel for my best friends I just kind of shrug and go, "I don't know" because I love them all with similar depth. I want them all to be happy and be in my life long term. I'm happy to sacrifice for all of them, too. I've spent a week in the hospital when my partner was there and have done similar sacrificing for close friends, but I'm not in love with my close friends. Only my partner gets those inexplicably different feelings.

When I was reading up on the aromantic spectrum, I discovered that a common complaint is that it's hard to define romantic attraction. Those of us who experience romantic attraction all seem to describe it the way I did above and that's frustrating for those who don't experience it to wrap their heads around. It can also make it tricky to write because there really is no such thing as "there's no platonic explanation for that."

There is always a platonic explanation for things. Things like knowing looks, deep bonds, life-long commitments, and self-sacrifice aren't limited to romance. What makes them romantic is the way the people involved feel about each other. Nothing more, nothing less. These things also aren't lesser if they're platonic. Both approaches to a relationship work. It's like how going to dinner or the movies can be a date or a friendly outing. The only difference is how the parties involved define the outing!

This means that there's no special sauce when it comes to writing romantic relationships vs other types of close relationships. They can look identical on paper even if they include things like kissing or sex! Because of this, I write romance by focusing on creating a strong connection between the characters so that the audience loves their relationship. Then, at some point, I add explicitly acknowledged romantic feelings to the mix and switch the relationship from platonic to romantic. Because of the way my sexuality works, I also don't tend to include any sexual elements until the characters are already in love.

This means that most of my romances don't necessarily need to be romances to work. I just find romance fun so I like to include it. I usually have lots of non-romantic life-long relationships in the mix, too. For example, one of my favorite relationships is a three-way relationship between a romantic couple and their aroaco life-partner of sorts. The three relationship dynamics are:

Husbands (character A and B)

Lab partners for life (character A and C)

Rivals for life (character B and C)

I could have just made this a poly romance, but it didn't fit the aroace character to want that, so we get a mix of romantic and platonic relationships of equal strength as these three all have life-long commitments to each other. The only major difference is the actives the various relationships include. For example, the husbands have a sexual relationship while aroace dude is not interested. Since I brought it up, I'll note that sex is obviously not required for romance. Romance can be sexless and sex can be romance-less.

It's also worth remembering that no one can control when romantic attraction happens. You can only control how you react to it. Because of this it's important to not put romantic attraction on a pedestal. It's a neutral thing that says nothing about a person's worth or a relationship's strength. It's just a random bonus feature you occasionally unlock no matter how much you do or don't want to.

All of this is why it's so common for shipping to run rampant in fandoms where the main characters have a close platonic relationship or even just a charged rivalry. While that shipping can be a result of something like queerbaiting trying to get the fans to ship the characters, it can also happen without any baiting being involved! Sometimes these things are just a case of certain audience members seeing the characters in romantic light while the writers don't because of all the things that we discussed above.

Romance is basically an explicable variant of friendship or even rivalry and it just kind of happens without anyone being able to control when it strikes. This means nothing on the outside looking in can tell you how a person feels with 100% certainty. I've personally been mistaken for a lesbian while out with my best friend so it's not like this is limited to fiction. People just sometimes see romance where only platonic feeling exist and platonic feelings where there's actually romance. That's why my other post included a statement revealing that I don't care if my partner is in love with me so long as they love me and are committed to our relationship. Romantic love is ephemeral and weird and really doesn't look that different from a good friendship so while I may need to feel it to want a romantic relationship, I'm cool if my partner doesn't have those requirements.

What all of this means is that, if you want to write a romance I'd love, then don't worry about the romance. Worry about giving the characters a beautiful relationship, then tell me it's romantic and I'll happily play along. Tell me it's platonic and I'm also happy to play along. In my own writing, I focus on making the characters first few interactions as memorable and interesting as possible so that the audience is invested no matter where the relationship goes.

[anna-the-undertaker]

Prides Gift

- Prompt: MC accidentally summons one of the brothers with the strength of their sin. - I read something similar to this a while back from another creator, but I can't remember who it was. All I can remember is that it was about a teen MC who accidentally summoned them. The idea was very entertaining, and I wanted to give my own twist to it. - I'm only going to do one brother for now, and if it does well, I will do the others. If not, I'll let it die lol So let me know how it is. Any critique is appreciated. - MC is in their mid to late teens - I'm sick atm and my meds have made me kind of out of it so I apologize if this didn't turn out all that great or make any sort of sense lmao I'll probably read back through this when I come down from my medicinal cocktail and just think "wtf" - Not proofread - Song recommendation: Product Of My Own Design by Artio

- Edit: I did come back and read through this, and I did say "wtf" but like in a good way.

This work contains topics that some may find unpleasant. If you are sensitive to any of these, please, KEEP SCROLLING

Warnings: Small amount of physical/mental Abuse

Lucifer

The avatar of pride hated being summoned. It was a complete inconvenience. He had far too much work to do and had no time nor desire to deal with some petty humans wants or needs. Rarely ever did a human have something of value to exchange for his influence and even more rare were they even worthy enough to be in his presence.

He had become quite skilled at resisting. Only ever giving in when he truly needed to. But this time it felt odd. Different somehow, in a way he couldn't fully comprehend.

He tried to ignore it, to keep going about his work, hoping it would pass, but it persisted.

With a growl of irritation, he slammed his pen down and shoved his chair back as he stood before teleporting to its originator.

He made sure to keep himself out of sight, hiding away in the shadows, just out of a human's perception.

What he found perplexed him. Before him were two humans staring each other down. The feeling was coming from the younger one. His eyes traveled to the other.

One of their parents he presumed. They shared features with one another. In the background he saw other children.

In their hands was a piece of sheet music.

"It's not good enough!" their parent yelled. "You are a disgrace! What good is it that you're a prodigy if all you can produce is this garbage?!"

A slap echoed through the room.

The parent continued with their cruel words. Going on and on about how worthless their child was.

The young human did not cry or yell, only turned their head back to them with a fury in their eyes. Their spine rigid, chin held high, and fists balled at their sides.

It was obviously not the first time they had endured this treatment.

He felt their pride waver and anger swell within them. The smell of frankincense and amaryllis came off of them in waves and invaded his senses. The flavor of their sin was unique to say the least and it was clear to see that summoning him had not been their intention. He had half a mind to leave but he remained out of morbid curiosity.

He tapped into their thoughts.

"You're wrong. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! How dare you?! How dare you?! How dare you?! I will be better than you! I am better than you! All you want is to take credit for my accomplishments! My hard work! How dare you act as if I am inferior?! Don't crack. Don't give in. Don't give them the satisfaction of seeing me broken. They must never see me weak."

It was a sentiment he was all too familiar with.

The older human sent them to their room and he followed. He let himself indulge in their sin. Let it feed him.

When their door shut and locked behind them, the humans hands flew to their hair and pulled, a growl rising in their throat. They paced around the room for a while before finally leaning onto their desk, taking deep breaths.

"Just breathe it out," they muttered to themself. "A break down won't help."

They continued this until their emotions settled within them, or rather were locked away again.

The avatar of pride stepped out of the shadows. His wings and horns on full display, arms crossed in front of his chest.

"You shouldn't hold back, human." He said.

The human jumped and whipped around to come face to chest with him before looking up to his piercing red eyes. The slight fear at the sight of him fed his ego.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?" they asked.

His chest puffed up, "Lucifer Morningstar. You summoned me. Who are you?" He demanded.

He saw recognition flash through their eyes at his name only for confusion to overtake them once more before they settled with acceptance, "MC... May I address you as Mr. Morningstar? Or something along those lines? I feel like using your first name is too familiar and a bit disrespectful."

Lucifer was surprised by their manners but didn't let it show as he gave them a slight nod of approval. Another surprise was that the fear had disappeared from them and was replaced by curiosity as they appraised him.

"You are being very polite for a human in the presence of demon," he commented.

MC scoffed in exasperation, "It is in my best interest not to earn your ire. Besides, you haven't done anything to me personally to justify rudeness."

"You aren't going to call upon god to save your soul? I can feel his influence here. Pieces of it are scattered throughout your home." The low timber of his voice vibrated through the room with an air of ridicule.

"My parents beliefs are not mine. I do not care for their god. And what good would there be in calling upon him now? He has done nothing for me and I owe him nothing. I do not need nor want his intervention."

MC walked to their bed and sat down before gesturing to their desk chair, "Have a seat if you want to, Mr. Morningstar."

His respect for the human grew just a little bit so he accepted.

"You mentioned before that I summoned you," MC began again. "How? I don't remember doing anything of the sort."

He sighed, "Simply put, my sin in you was strong enough to pull me here."

"Oh, so what now?"

He thought on it for a moment. He felt an unusual connection with the human, though he would not know why for a while yet. He couldn't help but notice the open minded air about them and their maturity and intelligence. They had the potential to be successful. A willingness to learn and persevere, to push forward and work harder were qualities he admired.

They had one immediate obstacle and that was domineering and controlling parental figures.

An obstacle he knew intimately.

"Normally, this is when you humans start stating what you desire from me, but if you are amenable, I am willing to offer you a deal."

MC watched him cautiously, "What would this deal cost me? My soul?"

"I am not some lesser demon who requires souls to gain power," He replied with a snappish tone. "I do not require yours."

"I meant no offense, Mr. Morningstar. I simply have no knowledge of demons or how deals with demons work outside the churches influence. To be honest I didn't truly believe any of it existed. What exactly are you offering and how would it work? I do not want to blindly incur debts."

He was not going to make a pact with them. They were far too young to offer immediate results or benefit him in any way, but his instincts told him that assisting this human would be in his best interest.

"It is an exchange. By giving me that which you are most proud of, I will offer you a small piece of myself that is of equal value. The power from that will make you succeed in your endeavors, but it will still require work. You must earn it."

"Aside from aiding my success, how else would this affect me personally?"

He smirked. They were perceptive as well. Good. "It will increase your pride in yourself and your work. Effectively raising your confidence and make you work even harder."

It was similar to the effects of his pact, but not nearly as potent.

"And of course, you lose any chance of going to heaven. You would be making a deal with a demon, after all." He added.

"What do you gain from this?"

"Some of the pride that you accumulate through your accomplishments will be syphoned to me."

It was an extremely simple exchange. It didn't required MC to do anything but pursue their strengths and he wouldn't have to come to human realm as often as before to meet his sins needs. It was a win-win.

The human appeared lost in thought as if having an internal debate. Then something sparked in their eyes and they stood. He watched them walk to a bookshelf in the corner of the room and pull out a binder before coming to stand in front of him.

"This is a collection of the most complex musical compositions I have written. Each of them have earned me first place in competitions all over the country. I have them all committed to memory so I have no need of a physical copy. Is this sufficient?" They asked while keeping eye contact with him.

He could see and feel the unwavering certainty in their eyes.

Without a word, Lucifer reached down and plucked a single feather from one of his wings. It settled in the center of his palm and he cast a transfiguration spell on it making it change into a pendant in the shape of his sigil.

While simple in design it was still quite large. His pride demanding that it be seen.

They exchanged items carefully.

"You must not lose that, ever," Lucifer stared them down as he stood to leave. "If you do, I will know. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, I'm leaving. I have been here far too long and I have a lot of work to finish, and no doubt more on the way from the damage my brothers have caused in my absence."

MC looked down at the pendant in their hands and back up, "Farewell, Mr. Morningstar, and thank you."

He said nothing and disappeared back into the shadows.

But before he returned to the Devildom, he had one last thing to take care of to ensure this transaction bore fruit.

He made his way through the house until he found MCs parent.

Lucifer let his presence slip into their senses. Exuding an intoxicating aura of power and arrogance and terror that preyed on the darkest recesses of human vanity.

Then he manifested before them, his true form imposing, standing tall and lean. His entire being seemed to ripple with suppressed energy, ready to unleash his dominion on any who dared to challenge him. As he stalked his way to them, he radiated an ethereal essence, swirling hues of crimson, gold, and violet dancing and intertwining like a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of color.

But it was his eyes that captured the attention of the human before him. They burned with an intense, otherworldly fire, shining like twin suns and within their depths was a potent mix of confidence, ambition, and superiority that captivated any who dared to meet his gaze. Those who did found their own doubts and insecurities exposed, their sense of self shaken to its very core.

Even the air seemed to bend and quiver in his presence. The atmosphere crackled with palpable energy, an invisible forcefield pulsating around him and with his every step, a symphony of whispers and murmurs that danced on the very edges of the psyche followed. A chorus of both awe and trepidation that only continued to grow louder.

In seconds the human found themselves trapped as he closed in on them and the air turned suffocating. They were frozen in place, limbs trembling.

"MC and I have come to an agreement," His demonic voice slithered through the air, a chilling tone that resonated with primal malevolence. Its timbre was a haunting blend of gravelly growls and seductive hisses, capable of both commanding obedience and instilling paralyzing fear. As it echoed, the words seemed to claw their way into the human's mind, leaving a lingering sense of unease and bore the unmistakable mark of the infernal, a haunting reminder of the abyss from which it emerged.

"So if you so much as lay another finger on them or harm them in any way, I will not hesitate to come back here and tear you limb from limb, understood?"

The human nodded weakly, unable to speak.

Then he was gone.

A decade had passed since then and Lucifer had nearly forgotten about it, barely even remembering their name. Being swamped in a literal mountains of work on the daily will do that to people.

This day was an important one. He was in a rush to get things in order for the arrival of the new exchange student. Doing double checks on everything. He had already had to deal with his brothers antics: Mammon disappearing, Satan trying to sabotage him with yet another prank, having to drag levi from his room, Beel having cleared the fridge again, Asmo constant inappropriate questions about the exchange student, worrying of belphie in the attic, and the list goes on. He couldn't handle another setback, otherwise he was liable to explode.

There was one document he just couldn't find and it was driving him mad. He ripped open the draws in his desk and started pilfering through his files only for eyes to fall to a binder buried underneath.

Suddenly his DDD went off and his eyes shot to its screen to see that is was a message from Diavolo stating he had the document in question and to meet him in the student council room.

Before long he and his brothers were watching as the exchange student was summoned.

They were disoriented at first and glanced around in confusion until their eyes locked with his, and a soft smile graced their face.

His own fell to the pendant around their neck.

"It is a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Morningstar."

Part 2

[saphiraslunala]

Pokemon Reborn Screenshot Let's Play - Prologue

Black smog and acidic water garnish crumbling structures along the city skyline. Alleys fester with disaster and crime amidst the metropolis, a blemish over the once-vibrant region. Reborn City is ready for a hero.

So this is Pokemon Reborn. I have the biggest love-hate relationship with this game.

Reborn is a Pokemon fangame that's drastically larger in scope from the official games- we're talking all Pokemon up to gen 7, 18 gyms for every type, several sidequests, Mega Evolution and Z-moves- you name it, the game has it.

Basically, the game is a dream for fans who just adore Pokemon and want a larger scope, more difficult game. It's fun to replay because Pokemon is very important to me and I like to play long-term fangames that try to expand on the premise.

So where does the "hate" part come in? Well. The story leaves a lot to be desired. This is a "mature" fangame that wants to take on heavier topics with... mixed results. This is probably gonna be the focal point of this let's play.

Since I've been hyperfixating on this game again, I've been rambling about it to my friends, and they mentioned wanting to know the story, but not actually wanting to play the game, whether because of the time commitment, not being into competitive, etc.

And I could've just sent them a let's play... but I figured, why not make my own let's play for fun? Especially since I plan on doing a 100% run, which would allow me to show several nooks and crannies this game has to offer.

This is sort of an excuse for me to show off all of my thoughts about this game, good and bad. Don't go into this expecting a fully positive or negative perspective from me. You probably won't care for this LP if you are a diehard fan of this game (or a dev. I'm so sorry).

Some Disclaimers:

Major CWs for this game include death, suicide, animal abuse/death, mentions of CSA, child abuse, toxic relationships, and gore. The game does not handle these topics with respect most of the time, particularly in regards to abuse.

There are other triggering topics, but they are limited to a smaller part of the game, and are typically handled well. Those warnings will be added to individual posts.

This is actually my third proper playthrough of Reborn since it's been finished, and my first time trying out the 19.5 update. So most of this is familiar territory for me.

I will be using some mods and passwords. Reborn includes several passwords that affect the difficulty of the game. I will be using some QOL passwords for overworld navigation, but nothing that affects the actual battles, which I'll be keeping vanilla. The passwords I have used are:

-EasyHms, FieldApp, FreeExpAll, FreeFinder, FreeRemotePc, HardCap, MintyFresh (adds mints at the start), MoneyBags, NoPoisonDam, Pinata, PowerPack (EV training items), UnrealTime, WeatherMod

I'm also using some mods from the SWM modular modpack, which again, are mostly cosmetic or overworld changes. The only ones I'm using are:

-Item Radar, Glamazon Shop, Learn Egg Moves, No TMX Animations, Predict Relationship Values, Reusable Premier Balls, Type Battle Icons, and Type Announcer

-I will be going for the Lin route. If I get enough interest, I might go and do the Anna route as well via save file manipulation.

-This is mostly meant for me and my followers, but if this somehow breaks containment, I do not condone sending any sort of harassment to the devs over this game. The vibe here is gonna be more like a book club than anything.

-Even as this is a 100% run, I won't show all my catches or every bit of dialogue for the sake of making things concise.

-This is my first time trying a let's play. Please bear with me as I try to figure this out- I'm bound to make mistakes as I go!

With that, let's begin!

[subway-boss-jericho]

(Hammer anon) 

Emmet keeps having to remove them from the premises so their webs and nests don't block the airways, but Ingo keeps letting them back in when Emmet isn't looking

God forbid woman do anything /j 

This feels like the. Eating chess pieces meme except with bugs and air vents. It is funny thinking about him getting like. The equivalent of asthma because he likes bugs. 

Also. Is this why emmet has so many bugs. They are simply a little too silly to notice a gods blessing. 

Oh god the joltik infestation hc would be So Funny here 

On another note, and sort of corresponding to Ingo’s Very Long Bath, can ingo get functionally sick? Like rusty or have a… lichen issue (almost like mold- can they break down metal?) and in turn, if this could happen could emmet become ill? 

…I’m having the amusing thought of ingo having a mild pollen allergy. Goodbye eardrums. 

I imagine that, being underwater, ingo might gain a fair bit of plant growth going on. Or perhaps serve as a home for a few Pokémon. He probably wouldn’t quite be aware of it though… (getting off topic- I’ll get back to all that) 

their whole story is like this unfortunately and I uhhmmm,,,,,,, i havent found a way to, fix that. so I'm working on that part.

Casting eternal torment on them!!!

I’ve recently been of the mind that love with no where to go or no outlet is something on the lines of what grief is. While Emmet and Ingo Do have a place for that to go, actually being able to share it is a little more difficult now. Neither are dead (in a way that Truly matters, anyway) I can’t help but think they still might grieve a little. For what once was, maybe. Just for that familiarity. 

There is something quite terrible about realizing you will never be able to hug someone again! 

But like! They totally can and are showing the other that they care. Sometimes the most healing thing is allowing yourself to be sad with another person, knowing that they will Be There. 

[sorry been having a rough week and this hit me harder than expected] 

maybe I should push aside how I think it's "supposed" to look in order to actually mess around with how it Really looks in my head.

Sometimes it’s like that! It’s fun to doodle out some designs and such even if you know you won’t use ‘em. At least then you can figure out what you don’t want! 

the little gliscor plush/toy

Do you think that some of the children (or maybe thankful adults!) would carve out little pokeshi dolls of all the Pokémon Ingo’s do Emmet defeat as like. Trophies or something? 

(The reason gliscor is there is uh. Because I love gliscor. Would be funky to have a few random pokemon that just. Help out sometimes. Maybe the attacking ‘mon is close to a den and maternal instinct is Very Strong. 

I just think it’s kinda amusing for ingo to be fighting and cheer as a flock of murkrow to scratch at the eyes of the pokemon he’s fighting. Only to be swarmed himself a moment later) 

if AUs are songs then your asks are like the Audio Visualizers that play in my brain whenever I think about them. Does that comparison make any sense?

Yes! Ooo that is a fun comparison! It’s always lovely to bounce ideas around with people! (You have reminded me of crabulon’s theme at 4:00 skndnwjs)

Hoohg well I guess when I said it would take me longer to answer these because of school starting I was Not Kidding. Time sure does continue to pass. Hello again though!! I did not forget!! It's just taking me a while because of the energy it takes to give thoughtful answers <3 Hi!! missed you!!

This feels like the. Eating chess pieces meme except with bugs and air vents. It is funny thinking about him getting like. The equivalent of asthma because he likes bugs. 

God forbid women do anything!! I want you to know I want to draw that meme so fucking badly you're SO right. At my next available opportunity I'm doing that. And yeah, it's exactly like that. If the airways are blocked up or they start setting up too many strings in his lung-equivalent then he kind of just, coughs. Not loudly but, he gets very twitchy. He can't hold perfectly still, it tickles/itches/it's stuffy. It would take way more than they're capable of producing to actually inhibit or harm him in any way, which is why he keeps letting them back in, but Emmet knows it will build up if he lets it which is why he keeps kicking them back out. Infinite cycle.

(Edit, I did it the next day while still editing this response together)

The rest of the patented Jericho Ramble™ is below!

Also. Is this why emmet has so many bugs. They are simply a little too silly to notice a gods blessing. 

Correct, they are SO silly. Emmet does enjoy the company but he will never admit to it because at this point they're Doing A Bit and the first one to fold is the loser. This is also how Emmet eventually ends up with a shiny silcoon.

Oh god the joltik infestation hc would be So Funny here 

Yes!! Anything with joltik doesn't happen until after Ingo is recovered from the ocean and he heals a bit more from that whole experience, but I imagine they become quite the (beloved) nuisance to Emmet. Them feeding on electricity makes them a bit of a risk after his initial recovery, but after he gets back to a stable level then I imagine they bring both of them a lot of joy.

can ingo get functionally sick? Like rusty or have a… lichen issue [...] and in turn, if this could happen could emmet become ill? 

It would be extremely difficult to effect Ingo to the degree that would mimic physical sickness. I think there's a level where it's possible, but it's extremely unlikely. (That being said, after spending *checks notes* 300 years on the ocean floor, he has a lot of fucking things wrong with him. So yes he's very 'sick' when they get him out of the ocean initially. but OUTSIDE OF THAT it's unlikely!) However- Emmet can still get sick. It's extremely, extremely unlikely, but he can get sick like anyone else.

Emmet's health isn't directly tied to Ingo's current state- It's more like, Emmet cannot die so long as Ingo is alive. Any injuries or hypothetical illnesses that Ingo has are individual to him, and same with Emmet.

I imagine that, being underwater, ingo might gain a fair bit of plant growth going on. Or perhaps serve as a home for a few Pokémon.

Yes! In fact, he becomes a bit of an ecosystem in of himself, much like a coral shelf. Lots of pokemon and plants make him their home in the time he spends underwater- He's not aware of most of the pokemon, you're right, and the plants get cleaned off- But there is one pokemon that stays with him even after he leaves the ocean. A Dhelmise that has claimed him, and is actually with him for half or more of the time that he spends underwater. There's a boundary between the different sections of him, so parts like the main decks and halls remain essentially completely dry, but his vents lead directly from the outside to his lungs (with filters) so those get, very flooded. I don't know what types of pokemon would make him a home, but Lumineon and Finneon + Chinchou and Lanturn come to mind because they glow and it would be very dark inside his hull since the light from outside wouldn't reach. Aforementioned singular Dhelmise, but said Dhelmise is extremely territorial, so I imagine his internal ecosystem is actually quite peaceful and well-protected from major predators all things considered. I can elaborate more on that whole situation another time :> He's a giant fish bowl (Edit: Pokedex says that Lumineon and Lanturn are in fierce competition for food. I find this extremely funny)

Casting eternal torment on them!!!

Noooo!! No! It's only eternal torment until I figure out how it fix it!! I'm working on it!!! They'll be fine!!! Eventually!!!! I'll figure it out!!!! I'm figuring it out!!!! /lh (Jokes aside, I do have a good plot resolution that I am currently workshopping :] I'm really happy with it so far)

I’ve recently been of the mind that love with no where to go or no outlet is something on the lines of what grief is.

Ah fuck. I think you may have diagnosed me with this one. This uhhh,,, this might be the best way I've heard to summarize just about everything I write. I think this is a good way to describe the main theme I write about. which,.......... oof. that hits, DIFFERENT, hearing it from someone else. I am being perceived (wheeze)

Love with no where to go is just like grieving. It doesn't hurt very much when you have somewhere to put it, or you don't have any love to give away. But when you have excess, and all the doors are closed? where can that love go, when you have no where to put it? it builds in your chest with a torturous pressure, building and building, with no outlet. it hurts. its heavy. but you just keep carrying it, searching desperately to find someone who will accept it.

[sorry been having a rough week and this hit me harder than expected]

Yeah I mean, you just vibe checked me with the force of an uppercut to the chin so, I don't think I'm going to be able to think the same way after this one. 🤝 We are experiencing

In all seriousness, I hope you're okay. If anything I make bothers or upsets you, do please take a step back and take care of yourself. I may write angst but I want the people I know to be happy and healthy and A-OK. Especially if you're having a hard time- Never feel obligated to respond to anything if you're not up to it 👍 I've got all the time in the world, and anything you send me will always be cherished and treasured, no matter how small it is or how long it takes. 🤍

Do you think that some of the children (or maybe thankful adults!) would carve out little pokeshi dolls of all the Pokémon Ingo & Emmet defeat as like. Trophies or something? 

🥺🥺🥺 awwhhhh that's SUCH a cute idea!!! I love that. I never thought about that before, but I definitely think that should happen. They would be so emotional about it too. Emmet is trying so hard to maintain a cool persona but then some kid runs up to him and hands him a little handmade doll and I feel like he might just burst into tears to be honest.

The reason gliscor is there is uh. Because I love gliscor.

*Nodding* A delightful edition

Would be funky to have a few random pokemon that just. Help out sometimes. Maybe the attacking ‘mon is close to a den and maternal instinct is Very Strong. 

I feel like it's definitely likely due to simply how aggressive wild pokemon are in Hisui, but at the same time most gigantamax pokemon are between 70 and 120 feet tall. Which is HUGE. I still think there would be some defensive pokemon like you're saying, but I have a feeling the large majority will be fleeing for their lives kfjsdhgsdkh

(You have reminded me of crabulon’s theme at 4:00 skndnwjs)

I have provided the link for everyone so they can see this. That's exactly correct and you understand the vibe perfectly. Also you have great taste

I am SO sorry it took me so long to answer this one! And I still have to go answer the other one too (intense nervous sweating) so that's my bad! It is harder to build the energy to type responses when school is taking most of my energy in a day. Shocker I know /j But anyways!! Nonetheless!! Thank you for the ask :D It was a pleasure read and respond! I wrote most of my responses at different times so I hope it still reads coherently enough >>;

I'm gonna go read over the other one now to start working on a response to that one :> Not sure how long it'll take me but it will happen eventually

Have a great day!! Thanks for the ask! 🌠🤍

[coff-in]

UGH!! /pos i LIVE for ashley praising the reader and complimenting her appearance!! ＼(^_^)／ i have a weird think for any sort of praise (in smut writings, of course but i always gravitated towards praise in my everyday life and grovel easily because of it (〃´▽`))

the smut was yummy as well!! ^^ i can't help but see ashley as a switch, rather rough dom and bratty bottom, yk? though if reader had to dom i can see her struggling to do so... i mean, she's likely never had so much control in her life!! she's probably so overwhelmed by suddenly having that sort of control! Σ(*ﾟДﾟ*)

idk what your stance on futanari is but i don't entirely see it as too unrealistic(?) can probably be a temporary or perma thing as a result from some sort of demonic offering. i won't go too much into that if you're uncomfortable with that topic though, since i know futa isn't for everyone! i mainly use it due to a (well, fictional) breeding kink and since my preference is women, you can see how that one spawns (;^_^A

ahh at this point i'm just rambling more now!! (´Д` ) though i did write this ask with the intent to ramble i did not expect to ramble that much! watch me regret this one in the morning, lol ｡･(つд`｡)･｡

- 🕊

notes from coff-in: you're alright 🕊 anon, i'm fine with futanari. i'm not too familiar with how it works though (my understanding of it after looking it up is that it's a woman who was born with a penis). i'm glad you enjoyed my last response! :D

[fem] reader-insert, [afab] reader-insert, NSFW, some genital switching shenanigans, pet play??? (i refer to [reader] as a puppy and mention 'pet' again later), mentioned free use kink

speaking of demon summoning :3 do you think ashley would be into roleplay? i could definitely see her acting out as a succubus being summoned by a devote cultist ([reader]) and maybe putting [reader] in her place for, idk, tampering with the dark arts. such a fucking loser, having to summon a succubus to actually get laid. she's so lucky that ashley finds her to be cute!

is ashley had a penis she'd be pretty rough fucking [reader]. i think she's like positions that have her looking at [reader] face-to-face, keeping that eye contact. her rhythm is off a bit but she makes up for it with her equal mix of praise and degradation and her scratches. if [reader] had a penis ashley would praise it so much! "aww, what a cute cock you have! look at it, blushing and drooling for me. and so hard, too! i bet it's happy to see me huh?" she'd suck [reader] off sloppily (so so sloppily) and fondle her balls. giggling at the fucked out face [reader] makes, along with the whimpers and moans she lets out.

it'd be funny if [reader] or ashley were bigger than andrew. idk but i just chuckle at the thought of andrew being jealous at [reader] for not only (sort of kind of) dating his sister but also being bigger than him (or thicker, idk)

live love ashley, i suddenly got a thought of her calling [reader] puppy in the bedroom once. i mean--- she's not wrong, no? [reader]'s an obedient little puppy, wagging her tail whenever ashley talks to her, humping her pillow or just fucking breeding into ashley when they're horny AUUGH 😩 they're such a couple together i love that for them

this makes me think of andrew and ashley having [reader] around as a little free use pet to have sex with whenever but that's an idea for later you know? you know, you know

it's such a wonderful day whenever you come visit my inbox and grace us with your presence, 🕊️ anon. your brain just blesses us with it's divine visions, thank you thank you!! i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did :)

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coff-in

[aliteral-ghost]

This is something I wrote for a trial run of a 100 minute event where the entire fic is outlined, written, and posted in 100 minutes. I had so much fun writing this and figuring out how to write it in 100 minutes! The prompt I chose to write was a roommates au :)

~~~~~~~~~~

To have a home

Cleo has just brought her first box into the apartment when she hears a little cough from the doorway.

“Long time no see,” a far-too-familiar voice says, smile tinging his voice. Cleo nearly punctures a hole in the box she's carrying.

“No. There's no way this happened. This can't be right.”

“Oh, it is, Cleo,” Etho says, grinning. “I requested you.” Cleo stares at him, mouth wide open. The last time they spoke it was a massive, blowout fight about… well, they can't remember. Probably something stupid Etho did. And now they're roommates?

“Okay,” Cleo says slowly, setting the box down so she doesn't throw it at him. “Why?”

He puts on an impressive set of puppy dog eyes and walks over, placing a hand on their shoulder. Cleo doesn't shrug it off, but she wants to.

“I missed you,” Etho says. “Remember how it was freshman year with you and me and Bdubs? We had fun.”

They remember consoling Bdubs when he and Etho broke up for the ten millionth time. They remember Etho being wishy-washy with his loyalty.

“How is Bdubs, by the way?” Cleo asks. “I haven't spoken to him in a while.”

“Oh he's fine! Doing great! We broke up again a few months ago and now he's moved in with some other guys.” That isn't surprising. Cleo's honestly more surprised that they both kept coming back for more.

“Okay, then,” Cleo says, putting her box down so she doesn't throw it at him. “Where's our third roommate, then? Do you know them?”

Just then, a little sandy brown head pops into the doorway. He weaves around the boxes and waves at Cleo when she's in eyeshot. Grian. She knows Grian, too, although less well than Etho. He's never really done nothing to hurt her, just been annoying.

“Hey guys!” Grian says. “Don't mind me, I'll just be in and out!” Sure enough, he's gone within the blink of an eye, with the fleeting shout of “Just had to check my dishwasher!”

“Okay,” Cleo says. “This is fine.” This is fine. It's only for the year, and if she really hates it she can move out earlier. Everything is fine.

“I'm glad you're so positive about this too,” Etho says smugly. Cleo wants to wipe the smug smile off his face, but she instead heads for the door.

“Just-don't get in my way when I'm moving in.”

A few months later Cleo is talking to a few of her art school friends when the topic of her roommates comes up.

“I want to say it's been awful,” Cleo says. “But they're actually fine roommates. Like Grian I hardly see, but Etho does the dishes? He has his own dishwashing apron!”

“You've got a better situation than I do,” False says. “I still have to live with my twin sister.”

“And me!” Joe cuts in.

“And you, Joe,” False concedes. “You're not the bad part.”

“We have game nights,” Cleo wails. “I can't hate this guy when he's been teaching me Wardens and Withers.”

“Ooh, I love that game!” Joe says. “It's a little hard to get into, but once you understand all the cards it can be really fun!”

“Oh, God, now you've got him talking about card games again,” False groans, rolling her eyes.

“It's just– I don't know, it feels like he actually wants to try in our friendship again, instead of constantly having drama.” They stare into their swirling latte, foam art depicting a little smiley face.

“So let him,” Joe suggests. “Have fun. By the way, False, you remember we have a WnW session tonight, right?”

False sighs. “Yeah, I'll be there.”

Cleo leaves them to their bickering and heads home, thoughts swirling around her head. Maybe she should give Etho another chance. He does seem like he's really trying this time.

When they get home, both Etho and Grian are in the kitchen, seemingly plotting out some sort of crime or something. Grian has his little leopard gecko out (it's named Etho’s dishwasher, for some reason) and is letting it run all over the plans.

“Welcome back, Cleo,” Etho says when she walks through the door. “We're planning a prank on Scar. Want to join?”

Cleo looks at the three of them, and the plans on the table, and smiles. “I'd love to, actually.”

[unamused-boss]

Boots and Trumpets

Robin Buckley x Hargrove Oc

Warning, Strong topics: homophobia, child abandonment, troubled sibling relationship, child abuse, underage drinking, Homophobic language, strong language

I will not tolerate any negativity in the comments regarding sexuality or religion!

Summary: Amelia is now facing new challenges within Hawkins. One being her having the miss her friend Tina's annual Halloween party. So to counter for what she thought would be a boring night, she stopped by a little birdie's house instead.

I are currently sitting inside your shared ride with Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington. I had the pleasure to have the whole back seat to myself, with my boots propped up onto the window opposite of your head. My baggy washed out jeans hanging from my ankles with my golden colored sweater tucked into my jeans with a brown belt.

“Steve, the more you complain about it and not work on it the more it’s going to suck.” I said to him after hearing him complain about his college essay for the past fifteen minutes.

“It’s not bad Steve, it just needs some rearranging.” Nancy reassured. “You just have to…” Nancy went onto this thing about how he can fix it but I truly did not care. They went onto something else about some dinner that they had to go to. Everything came to a halt when a roar of an engine stopped every word that was about to be exchanged. Both Nancy and Steve stepped out of the car to have a look at the noise while I only peered out of the window. We all saw a charged blue Camaro drive by us and parked. Our eyes still followed to see who owned it. My eyes made contact with the California plate on the back of it.

“What are the odds..” I laughed, I’m kinda happy another Cali kid is here. Maybe I can make a new friend. Two people got out of the car, a dude wearing denim on denim with curly hair styled into a mullet and a twelve year old with red hair with a skateboard. They both looked familiar. But then I saw it, it was the missing earring to my set that I had when I left in California. I thought it fell out when I was packing my bags.

“No fucking way…” I said in shock. ‘Out of every town in this country, you just had to show up here…’

“Shit.”

You gotta be fucking kidding me. Out of every damn state that those asswhips could pick. They pick my state. Indi-fucking-ana. I can’t handle this. I'm gonna throw up. I don’t have the energy to go find a new place to live. I can’t let any of them see me. I can’t live through this. This has to be some sort of nightmare. A really bad nightmare. God I didn’t change my last name either. Everyone is going to know. He’s going to figure it out and I’ll be thrown in front of a flippin bus. What am I going to do?

“Hey!” An all to perky Tina jumped up at me while I was at my locker. “How are you Amy?”

God, here it begins.

“What’s up…” My voice sounds frazzled, get it together. “I’m fine. What do you need?”

“Well as you know by now there is a new hot topic on campus.” Tina grinned.

“Yeahh.” I answered clearly to most with no enthusiasm, but not to Tina. “What does he have to do with me?”

“Well. I was hoping you could hook me up with your cousin!”

“Cousin? No he is not my cousin, we are no were near related.”

“Really?” She seemed not to believe me. “You guys just look really similar, I mean if you never took your sunglasses off I’d think you were him.” She obviously meant it as a joke. I can tell by the light giggle that she gave after making her comment.

“Well we’re not so I can’t help you there.” I stated blankly to her. “Hope you’re able to get in his pants.” I tried to end the conversation there but I was stopped.

“Hey wait!” I turned back to face Tina, who had pulled out an orange slip of paper. “Here you're invited, hope you can make it.” She said before skipping away to her next class. I looked down at the flier to see ‘ Let’s get sheet faced’ printed in bold on it. I laugh a bit at the play on words before folding it and putting it in my pocket. ‘I am skipping school today’ I made my way to the back exit of the school when a light force knocked me a few steps back.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry, that was completely my fault. Please don’t yell at me, I’m just trying to get to chem.” A familiar frantic voice called out to me. Robin Buckley.

“Robin, it’s okay.” I reassured her.

“Are you sure? Cause listen if that scary dude is related to you please don’t send him my way.” She begged. 

I huffed. “I’m not related to him, Robin, don’t worry. I’m playing hooky, I’ll catch ya later… hopefully?” I say. I start walking past her to the free world from Hawkins High School

“Yeah, to-totally.” The faint voice of Robin can be heard from the closing doors.

…

Halloween Night: Friday 31, 1984

“Listen Tina, I can’t make it.” I told the bummed girl over that phone. “I’m sorry, I’ll come to the next party you throw.” I reassured her.

“But why are you flaking out on the Halloween bash! You never miss this specific party in the few years that I have known you.” That is true. Once you went to Tina’s annual halloween party you’ve never missed it. But that is changing this year. Being that your twin brother and step sister now live here, there is going to be a lot more flaking then just at the halloween party.

“Tina I told you, I’m taking Will trick or treating with his friends tonight.” You told her once again. “We can do a sleepover some time next week… okay.” 

“Okay.” I heard her sigh, “I see ya around.”

“See ya later Tina.” I hung up the yellow landline. I walk over to the livingroom to see Will fixing his ghostbusters costume.

“I still can’t believe no one else dressed up this year.” Will said sadly, “Everyone dressed up last year.”

“It’s okay Will, they just think they're too cool to dress up.” I reassured the small kid. In the back you can hear Bob explaining to Johnathan how the camera works when Joyce came behind Will with his, whatever it is, backpack for his costume.

“Listen, stay close to your brother and Amy, and you get a bad feeling just tell them so you can come straight home.” Joyce told him. “You promise.” Will gave her a thumbs up. “Okay.”

“You ready to rock and roll, Will the wise.” I smiled down at him.

“Be safe.” Joyce shouted out to us, mainly to Will. We all got into the car. Jonathan driving, Will in the passenger seat, and with me in the back. We start to make our way over to Mike’s neighborhood. 

“I just don’t get what she sees in him.” Jonathan says all of a sudden.

“What?” Will answered in utter confusion.

“Bob.”

“At least he doesn’t treat me differently.” Will said. “I can’t even go trick or treating by myself. It’s lame.”

“What, you think me and Johnathan are lame?” I said, trying to lighten his mood. 

“No, but it’s not like Nancy is coming to watch over Mike. You know?” Jonathan just sighs. He looks at me from the mirror. I give him the same look. We both feel bad for the kid, but what are we gonna do? I don’t want anything to happen to Will. Sooner than later we are at Mike’s front yard. Will makes his way to get out till Johnathan stops him.

“Hey.” Jonathan says to Will.

“Yeah.” He answers.

“If I let you go by yourself, will you promise to stay in the neighborhood.” Johnathan suggested. 

“Yeah.” Will’s mood brightened up. “Yeah-Yeah, totally.”

“And be back at Mike’s by 9:00.” Jonathan told him.

“9:30?” Will tried to persuade him. “9:00.” Jonathan said again.”Deal?” “Yeah deal.” Will rushes out of the car to go to his friends.

“Will.” Jonathan stops him from leaving the car to hand him the camera. “Don’t let any of your spazzy friends touch this.” Will laughed and took the camera to go over to his friends. 

“You’re a good brother John.” I smiled at him. “I’ll see ya later.” As is tried to get out of the car but Jonathan stopped me.

“Wait where are you going?” 

“I don't know, I’ll probably walk around the neighborhood.” I said. “I got a friend down that street.”

“You’re really not going to Tina’s party?” He was bewildered by this. 

“Yeah John, I’m really not going.”

“But you love Tina’s parties.” He simply stated.

“Well I’m not feeling it this year.” I told him.

“Bullshit.” He called. “Why aren’t you going?”

“I just don’t want to go.” I’m sticking to this. “I have someone I can hang out with, plus I’ll be close to Will if something happens.” John and I just stare at each other for a minute.

“Okay.” He sighed. “But if Nancy gets upset that you’re not there, I’m not taking the heat.”

“Okay.” I smiled at him as I got out of the car. I walked my way over to where the boys were messing around as John left for Tina's party. “Okay turd-nuggets.” I begin.

“Really, what are you twelve?” Mike sassed. 

“And are you a lollipop with that stick up your ass?” I sassed back to him, I start back up were I was interrupted. “I will be down that street with a friend, I will be back her at 8:45 to make sure you guys are fine. Okay?”

A chorus of “Okay’s” filled the air.

“Great! See you shit-heads later.” I walk off a familiar bird’s house. I walk up the stairs to the front door and give it a quick knock. I wait until the door opens. 

“Amelia?” Robin says confused. “What are you doing here?”

“ I was hoping we could hang out for a bit.” I suggested. “Is that okay?”

“Oh! It’s completely fine!” She exclaimed, “I just thought you'd be at some party.”

“I didn’t feel like partying tonight, ya know.” I made my way into her house.

…

Tina’s Halloween Party: Friday 31, 1984

The party was in full swing. TP covering the lights of every room. Alcohol filling the mouths and noses of every teenager on the property. Music blasting as loud as physically possible. Someone throwing up in the front yard. The smell of weed coming from the master bedroom with each new blunt that was lit. The sound of a name being chanted in the backyard. A keg stand can be seen with an all too familiar blonde on top, like always. 

“Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy!” Is chanting through the crowd as the new keg king came down from his stand. Spitting out that remaining beer from his mouth.

“That’s how you do it Hawkins! That’s how you do it!” Billy yelled. The statement “We have a new keg king, ladies and gentleman!” Being shouted along as Billy made his way into the house. His senses are filled with the atmosphere of the room. Till he sees a certain fallen king with his princess. 

“Got ourselves a new keg king Harrington.” Tommy boasted.

“Yeah, eat it Harrington!”  Steve looked onto the, now new, keg king. Waiting for something to happen.

“What’s wrong Harrington? Your little dyke is not here to save you.” Tommy fake whined to him. As a way to taunt him. Tommy was about to keep laughing when he felt beer splash over his shoulder. “What the? What the hell Tina?!”

“Don’t call her that!” Tina shouted at him “If she was here she’d leave you crying.”, too drunk to keep dealing with him but still wanting to defend her friend. Nancy, now done with the testerone in front of her, quickly left to get something stronger to drink. Tommy is now pissed that he is covered in pungent drink. 

“Go worry about yourself before you come at me guys.” Was all Steve said then walking away from the other teenage boys. Staring off at the brunette as he went after his girlfriend.

Billy turned himself around to face Tommy. “How were you talking about that got Tina mad?” He asked, genuinely curious about the lesbian that was not present tonight at the party of the semester.

“Oh. Just some lesbo that hangs with Harrington.” Tommy retorted, making it seem like she isn’t worth Billy’s time. “She can be a fucking asshole.”

…

Laughter filled the Buckley house this Halloween. The two girls conversed with one another for the past few hours. Being comfortable with one another knowing how the other truly is.

“Wait.” Robin kept laughing. “You got caught kissing Heather Halloway from her bedroom window then proceeded to fall from the second story?!”

“Yeaah, I’m not welcomed over at the Holloway house any more.” I giggled.  

“Jeez, you’ve done more than I thought.” Robin smiled. “I’m still scared to change in the girls locker room.”

“Hey I’m the town lesbo.” I calmly giggled. 

We fell into comfortable silence, “Hey, I wanna ask you something?” Robin asked.

“Sure.” I said, waiting for her question.

“What was California like?” I sat silent for a second. Due to my silence Robin thought she had hit a nerve. “If you don’t want to talk about it you don’t have to!”

“It’s okay, I just haven't talked with anyone about California.” I reassured her. “ It was like a constant sunset everyday…” I started.

“The weather was always perfect. And the beaches, oh my god the beaches. They were always clear. I lived in Santa Monica, very touristy but beautiful.” I was happy I could finally talk about my home again. “Ugh that sand was so soft under your toes when you walked. And there was this boardwalk that my mom took me and my brother to all that time-” 

“You have a brother?” Robin asked curiously.I stopped. ‘No I messed up’.

“Yeah.” I frowned.

“Do- Do you miss him?” Robin asked.

“Everyday… but I hope he’s living the California dream as you guys would say.” I covered my truth with a lie. Not wanting her to know that my brother is here in Hawkins. 

“Well from how to describe California, it sounds beautiful.” She reassured me.

I stared back at her with a smile. “Thanks Robin.” Silence filled the room again. Comfortable silence. I liked being around Robin, even with her nervous attitude, she was truly one of a kind. I was about to say something when I glanced at the clock of the wall to find it was close to the time I told the boys I would meet them.

“I gotta go.” I sighed disappointedly, “But I’d love to spend more time together.” I am hoping her answer is a yes.

“Yeah, I would love that! Well not like love-love, but do love being around you. Not in like a couple ways cause that would be weird since we’re just friends. Yaaa know.” She panicked.

“I know Rob.” I smirked, “I’ll see you at school later.” 

As we said our goodbyes, I made my way down the street to see the boys. I saw the familiar ghostbuster’s suits from where I was. I could tell that they picked someone up along the way to go trick or treating with. ‘How cute, they made a new friend’. There were two stragglers in the back of the group, by the hair cuts I could tell that it was Mike and Will. I did a small jog over to them.

“Hey shit-heads!” I yelled to them, all their heads slowly turning to me as I made my way over to them. “Did you guys get anything good?”

“What Amy, why are you here?” Mike complained.

“Cause it is close to 9:00 and I want to check on you guys, is that so bad?”

“Yes.” He answered.

“Okay you know what, you're a little shit.” I said to him, “Besides who’s your new?... friend…”

Fuck.

It appears that we have the same looks on our faces. I stared at Max. She stared back at me.

“Shit…” I accidently said out loud.

“Do you know Max, Amy?” Lucas asked me.

I took a deep breath in. “No.” I said simply. “Listen, hit up a few more houses, I’ll come get you in a minute.”

“Where are you-” Dustin started.

“I need a minute guys!” I shouted at them, walking over to Mike’s front yard. Dammit, why. Why! The last person I want to see is with the kids I watch. Shit. This is bad. She can’t tell Niel. No, she can’t tell Billy. Would they even believe her if she told them? Shit, what do I do? I was taken out of my head when a very upset Mike walked by me. I was about to ask him if he was okay when I heard a commotion in the street. I look over to see Will being picked on by some older boys.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing!” I shout at them as I run over to them. “Get back here you fuck heads!” They ran away the minute I had my eyes set on them. Will was pushed to the ground, dropping his candy and camera. I kneel down to him, “Hey Will, are you okay?” I calmly asked him. “Did they hurt you?” I kept asking. Will was not responding what so ever. He just kept looking up at the sky, like something was looking at him. “Will?... Will!” He started to get up slowly, still not answering me. He started to move slowly. Till he ran straight to the back of Mike’s house. “Will!” I shouted after him, grabbing his candy and camera. The other apparently heard me since I heard multiple pairs of feet behind me. I made my way down some brick stairs to find Mike with Will hiding behind a wall.

“Will! I couldn’t find you.” Mike panicked with worry. “I heard Amy shouting then I couldn’t find you, are you hurt?” Due to Will’s heavy breathing I could tell what was up.

“Holy shit!” Dustin yelled. 

I kneeled down to his level looking him in the eyes. “Did you have another episode Will?” He was still looking around like a scared cat. “I’m gonna get you home, okay buddy.”  Mike made his way to help Will up. When others tried to help he called them off. Blocking off the rest of us to take Will with him.

“Mike?” Dustin tried.

“Keep trick or treating, I’m bored anyways.” He started taking Will with him.

“What’s wrong with him?” Max asked, looking to us for an answer. The boys and I were silent, nothing to say.

“It’s something you don’t have to worry about.” I told her. “Dustin, Lucas go up there for a minute. I need to talk with her.”

“What! Why?” They both started to complain.

“I don’t want to hear it. Go!” I hardly ever get stern with them, but when I do I hope they know I mean what I say. They both, begrudgingly, made their way up the stairs. I turn myself back to Max.

“Max.”

“Amelia.”

“I go by Amy now…” Well this is awkward.

“What did you want?” She asked me, quit literally over me already.

“You can’t tell Billy I’m here or anyone.” I told her.

“What? Why not?” She was baffled. “Do you not know how much Billy misses you?”

“No Max I don’t, because I’ve been here for the past 4 years.” I stated. “Just please don’t tell him, and don’t tell anyone that we’re related. Got that.”

“Yes.”

“Good. As far as me and you go, we just met. Okay?”

“Okay.” She said a bit quietly. “Now let’s get you back up there with your friends so you can enjoy the rest of the night.” I take her back up to Dustin and Lucas. And since Johnathan isn’t here by 9:00, looks like I’m stuck here.

Jeez, the next month is gonna be a shit show. Max knows I’m here now. Johnathan is nowhere in sight. On top of that my twin brother is here too. Hopefully this can’t get any worse than it already is.

Man. I was so wrong about that…

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Sprout also. And Snickern't Sprout while you're at it /silly

Send me a Toon's name and I'll talk about my interpretation for their relationship with Vee! (Accepting!)

Ooh, I've been wanting to talk about Vee and Sprout for a while, actually! Haven't really had a good opportunity to even in private. So thank you <3

Vee and Sprout have. A sibling-like relationship I think. But not in the way that fandoms typically treat sibling dynamics.

They're. Adult siblings. Who don't really see each other that much anymore. They've got their own friends, their own lives. They probably don't even consider each other to be all that close.

But at the same time... They grew up together. Maybe not literally, because I'm kind of inclined to think that the Toons (minus Toodles) essentially spawned in as adults (with a sort of development period early on during which their personality fully took shape). But you get what I mean, I think. They're very familiar with each other. They know each other and how they work really well. And with that brings a sense of comfort around each other.

Vee might not necessarily consider Sprout a friend, entirely? Not in the same way she regards Toons like Glisten, Astro, and Brightney at least. They don't really hang out much. But she is comfortable enough with him to tease him a little, to let her guard down and vent her frustrations to him. And he still does land within her top 10 favourite Toons, I think, though not the top 5.

And there's a mutual respect between them too, I think. They'd have each other's backs if needed.

To actually get into their conversations now... Gonna put them together so that they don't take up too much space, and then start with the left one.

Admittedly, I don't have much to talk about for the first one beyond what I've already said. Hence why I started with it gfgdgdgff. But. Yeah. Vee is willing to show Sprout how annoyed she is with Dandy. And that feels noteworthy to me. She is just naturally a generally chill person, that behaviour around most Toons isn't an act, but regardless I don't think she'd be willing to show those emotions to just anyone. She's got a certain level of trust in Sprout. And plus he's clearly already known how she feels about Dandy for a while, at least on some level.

Though the fact that he has to ask about her and Dandy could be used to kinda suggest that yeah, the two of them don't see each other all that much. He knows she's got beef with him, but doesn't really know how (or if) that's developed since they last talked.

Sprout does cut her off, which. Admittedly feels a little Rude? But. It could also be more a way at hinting that Hey, maybe this isn't really the best time for a conversation like this! There might be other Toons in the elevator with them, after all, or even Dandy himself. It wouldn't be the first time Vee has tried to have a serious conversation at a bad time. Though he was the one to bring the topic up in the first place, so. Mm. Might also just be that he's heard all this from her several times before lmao. I don't think she has a lot of people she'd be willing to complain about Dandy to, after all. He's. Probably the primary one, actually. Maybe also Glisten, but only if he noticed and asked her about her and Dandy first. And eventually also Rodger. But regardless, again, familiarity.

And then, in the other conversation, Vee is lightheartedly teasing Sprout. That isn't something she does unless she's comfortable around someone. I'd imagine the nickname "Berry-boy" could have originated from some episode in the show, and Vee decided to reference it? Or maybe it's akin to a 'childhood' nickname. Regardless, Sprout is just kinda embarrassed about it being used, no real harm done.

The fact that Sprout is surprised that Vee's "still" calling him it suggests that a) this is something she's done before, likely multiple times, but b) he's not really used to her calling him that. It's not expected behaviour from her. As if he doesn't see her often enough to form any expectations like that.

As for Sprout's "Outdated-tech" retort... We only have the text to work with in these conversations; no facial expressions or body language. I had initially interpreted Vee's response as being mostly that of. Amusement and surprise? Like a "damn bro holy shit lmao" type of thing. She's not really bothered by it, she just. Didn't expect Sprout to clap back like that dgsvdhf

But... More recently, I've been considering the alternate scenario where Vee is genuinely hurt by Sprout's remark. And it's. Interesting to me. It's the interpretation that I think I'm leaning more in favour of now. Sprout didn't intend to cut her so deep, of course, but...

"You're outdated, you're tech" is a much harsher observation than "you're a berry, you're a boy" to begin with. But also, being "outdated" actually has a double meaning for Vee. Of course, there's the obvious (and likely intended by Sprout) one in regards to old technology.

However, there's also being "outdated" as a celebrity, which I could see being a sore spot for Vee. Her game show was her entire life prior to Gardenview's shutdown, and now it's all gone. Humans don't visit her anymore. Her stage, deep underground, has been overcome with ichor and overrun by Twisteds (hey Qwel Vee floor when,,, 👀). She still does try to put together small shows for the other Toons when she has time between runs, for her own comfort and as an attempt to feign some sort of normalcy, but it's in no way the same as the grand productions she had back in the day. She's past her prime. Outdated, if you will. And... It's not very nice to be reminded about that.

Anyway. One last thing I want to mention, because it's on topic. I don't know how common of a Thing this is within the fandom, but I've seen it enough times for it to stick in my mind and annoy me, so. No, Vee does not call Sprout "Seedly". She Would Not Fucking Say That gfhgfhfhsf. No matter which way you wanna look at it, it would not happen more than maybe once.

It is, perhaps, the Ace Attorney fan in me that generally sees the usage of someone's last name as being like. Formal? Respectful? Professional? And like. Vee would not do that. At the very least not to Sprout; she straight up goes the other direction entirely and calls him Berry-boy in a canon interaction. But I'm also feeling. She wouldn't really do that in general, either. Though I'm not totally decided on that.

But I do know that Sprout canonically hates his full name, and so it's more likely that (some parts of) the fandom has Vee call him "Seedly" as a means of antagonizing him. Which. Still incorrect! Vee can be playful and teasing with the people she trusts, but she's not mean. Not intentionally, anyway. If being called by his last or full name genuinely really affects him, then she's not gonna call him by his last or full name. Save, perhaps, for the initial Social Blunder Moment where she learns that it's not a thing she should do in the first place. She would stop with "Berry-boy", too, if he really hated it.

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Seven Wed Suns Sprout Without Snickers needs to fuck right off and go find Cosmo because NO she can't make him a new Snickers she doesn't fucking bake that's HIS thing and she Keeps Fucking Telling Him This--

Gfdgsgdsgs. I probably could use this as a place to talk about Vee's actual thoughts on the Twisteds as a whole, but. This post is long enough as it is I think